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Ray Wylie Hubbard

Belly Of Texas

 

Belly Of Texas

(album: Ray Wylie Hubbard & The Cowboy Twinkies - 1975)


I'm running across the belly of Texas
On a bitter February night
Looking at the towns, the clowns, the frowns
And the mounds for the people who have died
Well, I love my life like I love my state
It's hard and it's fast and it's dry
I'm running across the belly of Texas
On a bitter February night

Whoa, Jeanie's at the wheel she just hit 3rd
We're coming onto I-35
My truck's running good with my house of wood
My friend's laying low inside
Some are a-grinning and some are a-sinning
And everyone's a-wild with a-laugh
I'm just a drinking and paranoid
Thinking please don't crash with the stash

Running across the belly of Texas
On a bitter February night
Looking at the towns, the clowns, the frowns
And the mounds for the people who have died
Well, I love my life like I love my state
It's hard and it's fast and it's dry
I'm running across the belly of Texas
On a bitter February night

Well, I left two friends in a Santa Fe cafe
Buffalo and Chet to be exact
We had some good times, we drank some bad wines
And we used the same lines to get shacked
Well, I'm a just a thinking about that right now
And how that I will never be rich
Buff's playing lead in a smoking country band
Chet's still digging in a ditch

Whoa, running across the belly of Texas
On a bitter February night
Looking at the towns, the clowns, the frowns
And the mounds for the people who have died
Well, I love my life like I love my state
It's hard and it's fast and it's dry
I'm running across the belly of Texas
On a bitter February night

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